Loose bowels. Piss. Inner sanctum. I am asking politely. He loves breasts. String theorist. I am an ass man.
Man
I
String theorist
Breasts
Love
Polite
Ask
I
Piss
Loose Bowels
B
Ever
For
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
“Lucky”. Parents. Hour. Laughing. When the stars shine. Never alone. Standard. Sand sparkling. Argue with him. Reference “Lucky”. https://sh...
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